The next afternoon, Beth was bustling around, giving orders to her daughters to put the final touches on the house for the gathering. Even if you aren’t cooked, we can all have some fun.” If you’re lucky, girls, it might be one of you three, so get prepared.
The plan is to cook up someone’s daughter for the evening’s meal. We’re having a Girls’ Night Out here tomorrow night. “Oh, Mom!” “Do you mean it?” “Wow!”īeth made calming motions. I think we might choose one of you for the meal.” We’re going to have an all girl barbecue. Smith, and Miss Jones are coming over tomorrow night and bringing their daughters. “Girls,” Beth told them as they turned around to face her, “Aunt Doreen, Mrs. She did nice work, she told herself smugly. In all, her daughters were beautiful and quite succulent. When they did, she looked at meat on the back, the plumpness of the three sets of nicely rounded high buttocks and the firm smooth thighs. “What’s this about, Mom?” Mandi asked.īeth carefully scanned the nude bodies of her three daughters, noting meat development and, in Sally’s case, a really plump bare pubic mound. When the twins came down the stairs naked, Beth lined up the three and gave them a careful looking over. Rising from the living room couch, she leaned to yell up the stairs, “Randi, Mandi, strip and come down here. “Aw-w-w-w, Mom,” Sally cried, melodramatically flouncing into a pose that said she was really, really, really being abused by her tyrannical parent.īeth studied the eighteen year old’s body for a moment, then an idea hit her. Next time you go out of the house, I want you at least wearing a bikini.” That’s the privilege of a woman who’s actually been called, and rightly so. It isn’t proper for you to pretend you’re meat, Sally, not unless your number is drawn. I did that myself occasionally when I was your age, but you aren’t on the menu anywhere, and you are really old enough to be in the lottery. I want to enjoy the summer.”īeth continued, “And you’ve shaved your pussy, too! I know everyone wants to be daring. “Aw, Mom,” Sally said in a disgusted tone, “everybody does it until they have to go off for college.
“Now haven’t I told you, Miss, that you’re of legal age and really too old to be parading around showing your meat like some high school girl?” Sally bounced in - literally, the girl was growing quite a rack - the picture of blonde health and beauty, wearing only a pair of tennis shoes. “Sally! Come in here young lady!” Sometimes it was so hard to be the single mother of three teenaged girls, even with a city stipend as a prize meat producer.
Dolcett, CA, Housewives and Daughters at Playīeth Adams looked up from her magazine.
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